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Hey dad, I hate you... Don't misunderstand me, I know that as an adult, as a man, as a father one doesn't have time to dig into the past.
Eyes that are so pretty. Though I see it in your stare. Behind your fancy clothes. And in your darkened hair. You carry all these secrets. They're killing you inside. From your inner demons.
For every time you put me down. For every word that stung. For every cruel shout and frown. For every punch you flung. I'll tell the world of my misfortune. I'll tell them what you've done.
Another lyric I wrote when I was at age of 10 I was told I have gift of 'all seeing eyes' #emotions #reality #sick #truth #humanbeing #hate #misery #suffering ---------------------- Sitting on the...
Sometimes I feel so tiny, as in little; young. Some things take me back to that desolate time. Like candy, and cotton and egg with soldiers, And other things but those which make my cry.
*warning the theme is of abuse* A victim of abuse Something she had grown accustomed to He was supposed to be a figure of trust But instead he was filled with hatred and sinful lust.
People think I'm weak,. And that I cry at anything,. But I never shed a tear,. I stay quiet, almost a sin,. But when I cry at home,. No one shall see,. Nor the next day they shall see,.
I'm sorry my heart is taken, By a very different guy. Sorry, I'm not interested. No matter how you try. I'm sorry that I'm crying, Been apart for far too long. It's not my fault he messed.
#household He's dead now, I only saw him twice in my life.
I leave the dorm A million questions flood the mind..... How'd I do on the psych test. Can I find a better job Than bloody pizza hut. How much wine does it take To make me pass out.
One hundred people in a room, my connection lies with you. Your eyes meet mine, you look away. You know what I've been through. This link with have is a two way street, I can see who you are too.
My tales of woe echo onto here in poems, blogs and song, The twenty-six years iv had on this earth have in time dragged so long. Kicked and punched, raped abused; my life has had its downs.
You stole my childhood, stole my innocence You broke my smile, broke my trust You ruined my confidence, ruined my chances You twisted my mind, twisted my heart You killed my honor, killed my joy So...
I admit that I thought there was only me, Please don't ask me why. I won't tell you it was what you said To make me feel so undead, Because without you, I won't die.
A thick, pressing dust covers every inch of my world, as far as the eye can see. It chokes me, makes it hard to breathe. But I am used to not breathing.